Recently I felt shame for being American. All the things that the 47th “president” has done to this country, to the loyal and hard-working Americans who follow rules, to damaged and broken people, to all the “others” inside our borders and outside. All of the crassness and slime that oozes from him, whether by his mouth or his policies.

And then I realized that I was taking on shame that belonged to some others— Americans loyal to this fascist, greedy rich Americans, and the most treacherous of all, Donald J. Trump.

I didn’t like him, I didn’t vote for him, and still I had to watch our country take a beating from the most cowardly citizen of them all.

All I can do is pray and release those positive thoughts out to the universe. I can march and write letters. And I can remember and be thankful for all the great Americans who are feeling somewhat as I do.